Fiercely spiraled horns plucked from the brow of a defeated Minotaur sit upon a head that wears all the regality of a warrior king. Four hard grey-brown eyes glower from behind a mask forged from polished gold scales ripped from the snout of a ferocious kraken, now a warning for other such creatures at the bottom of the sea. The gleaming helm is outshined only by the sharply curved serrated teeth that peek from behind a cruel sneer.
The vicious mask is seated upon a torso that ripples with power as a toughly callused hand grips the Sword of Aegis with ferocity, a shield taken as a prize from a conquered Spartan cutting into the muscles of the left arm. Sandals and a hard, gleaming metal chest plate stolen from a gladiator who talked too much for his pay rate complete the impression of a hellish master warrior, whose power is rivaled only by the pride rightly earned from years of proving himself in battle.